A statue of the benevolent Palutena, to remember the night by

The mall's announcement system interrupted Palutena and Medusa's back-and-forth, buzzing to life before settling into a man's voice. "Thank you, Lady Palutena, for gracing our mall tonight with so many festive sights! We're all so appreciative that we want to make this a tradition--"

"Nuh uh! No way! I'm not coming here and doing this ever again!" the goddess immediately protested, rising up just a bit higher in her indignation than she ought to and revealing her trimmed, shockingly green pubic hair. Her eyes widened as she realized her mistake and she ducked back down to protect her modesty.

"Ha! She resisted the challenge! She forfeits! The vessel will not be hers!" Medusa pointed out, grinning from ear to ear as her face transformed-- her eye joined into one giant, yellow sphere and her mouth widened into a mocking smirk. "You've humiliated yourself for nothing, dear sister!"

"Actually, no! We're not asking you to do this again. We just want something to remember you by!"

Palutena cast her eyes downward to the one shred of clothing left upon her body. "The last piece, I guess? Why not? Might as well make it the full monte," she sighed, reaching to the center of her chest to pull on the ribbon there.

"Ha ha, we appreciate the generosity, but no!" the voice laughed with a kind-hearted merriness that didn't match the ominous feeling hammering in Palutena's breast. "We were hoping to make a donation to you, actually! Spread the Christmas cheer to your world as you have ours. For each of your shrines, Lady Palutena, we want to commission a statue, showing everyone the real you: a herald of joy! We'll depict you just as you are now: vivacious, benevolent, and so gracious that you have given all that you have to your people!"

"W-Wait! You're going to put a statue of me naked into every one of my shrines?!" Palutena shouted. The vision everyone was experiencing was one thing, perhaps forgotten in time, but those statues... even if she went around decommissioning every one of her places of worship, or even blowing them up with her own power, it was possible those statues would escape the destruction before she could reach them, taken by "admirers."

"Not naked!"

Palutena allowed an uncertain smile to come to her face. "Really?"

"Yes! You'll be wearing that cute bow over your breasts. A symbol of your charity! Now, please, adopt a suitable pose, and we'll begin the crafting process."

With no time to find new clothing, Palutena flew through the skies to her home shrine, now released from the bizarre portal she'd been flung into. Between her legs, she held a large, gleaming golden chalice with a lid tightly affixed. She'd gotten the vessel, but she was barely paying any attention to it, focused only on the task at hand. "Pit!" she shouted out loud, although telepathic communication ought to work just fine.

There was no answer.

"Are you safe?" she asked again, narrowing her eyes. She began to worry that something had happened in the course of his battle against the forces of darkness, without her there to give him guidance. For a moment, she was worried...

... Then she remembered that, as of late, he'd taken to hiding his thoughts whenever a dirty one occurred to him. She often got brief glimpses before he bashfully snuck them to the back of his mind, after she'd teased him one too many times. She had a pretty good idea of what was happening now.

"Pit, I swear, if you're ogling that statue when I get to the shrine, I'm revoking your wing privileges for the next decade! You're going to be playing surface segments until you're sick of them! You're going to forget how to even use the on-rail flight controls!" she warned him with increasing urgency, growing redder in the face as she imagined what he must be thinking, after watching that entire vision. "Piiii-iiiiiiiiiiit!"

Palutena's face was beet red as the goddess landed at the largest of her shrines in Skyworld, still covering the spot between her legs using the sacred vessel. Her head turned slowly upward as she walked forward into the massive shadow now laying over the floor of her shrine. At the back of the shrine, a statue had been erected, as she'd suspected... but the people of that other-realm had failed to mention the size they were planning. The statue reached all the way from the floor the ceiling, as tall as any of the pillars and several times as wide, carved of solid marble. People would be able to see every detail of her sitting upon the floor with just a present box between her legs and a ribbon around her tits for modesty. The face she wore now matched her face in the sculpture, a bashful expression, well aware of her own nakedness.

Worse yet, she'd pictured that something would be hidden-- at least the spot between her legs! With the size of this sculpture, you could actually take a tour between the package and her groin if you wanted to and see it all blown up to over a hundred times size. There was no back to the shrine, just open pillars, and everyone would be able to see the giant depiction of her bare ass poking out from a mile away, figuratively.

Palutena fell to her knees, dropping the chalice and letting it roll to one side. She placed both hands over her face and dragged them downward, pulling her red face into a comical frown. "That's it... From now on, Pit can handle all of the dirty work... I'm staying in my clouuuuud!" she shouted, above the clouds and into the horizon of space.